My gender is a million beautiful things.   a lump of fuzzy blankets. the chime of a bicycle bell.  the head on a just poured stout.  the swirling mists wafting from the hot cup of coffee on an empty patio on an October morning.  a…

We wear masks To protect ourselves from Covid Some think it makes us safer Some think it’s complete BS   But amidst Covid is not the only time We wear masks We have been wearing them all of our lives Whether we’ve realized it or…

She is a teacher yet unmarried She wants to stay unmarried And enjoy her life. It is a multicultural school in Bradford Lots of Indian girls are her pupils They love weddings and all that entailed Beautiful food, beautiful clothes The full bridal wear, the…

Tap Your toes yeah Snap Fingers yea In a jazzy groove   Heed the warning No half stepping Jazz will make you move

Hour 7 (using the photo prompt…….sunflower fields have been very popular in Ohio over the last few years!)   LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED As the morning dawns On a crisp, fall day The sun radiates through the bedroom window Gently nudging us to rise….

what a time this is of healing, sometimes desperation and sometimes calm here in this house there is peace, continuation and delay only through the holy spirit, we roam and roam sometimes only roaring like lions do and sometimes building as Noah was taught too…

Viator for burning.   I let all the sadness burn By the open glare of light Let the song be felt, Let the secular mind pause. I would mistake the world for smoke, Then my body would yearn to burn My body would yearn for…

9:00 Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago.                                                              …

A breeze comes from the east and I pull up my shirt to feel it on my belly. All around me, people smile and the dogs being walked lift their noses   and don’t even bark, because when a breeze comes from the east it…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay   Picking white and ruby poppies, Beneath a sky of cobalt, I see Nature’s tapestry unfurling, carelessly, Amidst fields of dreams, waving free.   In the gentle breeze, whispers of grace, Picking white and ruby poppies, Each petal’s touch, a soft…